Strong wind, gusty wind, won't you blow my cares away?
Just for a bit of peace, even if just one day.
My heart is hurting and heavy. Blow that away too.
Take everything with you, make it all like new.
My body is tired, there is no wind in my sail.
Let your wind come through and take away the frail.
My soul is a heap of ash; let it fly on your tails.
Scattering about, above the hills and over the trails.
My thoughts are like leaves, covering the ground in the fall.
Gusty wind, come through and clear them all.
My tears shed roll down my face.
Dry them up, or blow them away; away to another place.
My dreams are dark and lonely, my sleep long and cold.
Bring warmth on your breeze, like sunshine that's gold.
Strong wind, gusty wind you, we cannot see.
Bring me back to myself so that I can just be me.
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About the Creator
J. Delaney-Howe
Bipolar poet. Father. Grandfather. Husband. Gay man. I write poetry, prose, some fiction and a good bit about family. Thank you for stopping by.
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